“So, how do you feel about the ‘90s being back,” a friend asked me a few days ago, watching a teen dressed head-to-toe in velvet cross the street. To which I replied, “it’s nbd to me, baby. I kind of never left.”
Too-glib of an answer, maybe, for someone on the later side of being a millennial, but I was sporting spaghetti straps and a friendship bracelet that day, and the truth is, my loyalty to the ‘90s has genuinely never waned. Between the high-waisted mom jeans that I refused to give up for scene-kid skinnies, to the sullen disaffection that dominated my CD collection; sometimes, you just have to admit that the stuff you were saturated in as an adolescent did, in fact, leave an indelible stain on Your Whole Deal. Just no fighting it, for better or for worse.
No surprise then, that when Direwood, Catherine Yu’s young adult debut and self-purported “velvet-clad 1990s gothic horror” showed up, featuring a charming vampire and a slew of teenage disappearances, I snapped instantly to attention.